Kroltheprotocol - Land Of Wax And Memories

I make references to afterlife because in times of crisis like this, it comforts me. But I’d like to mention no matter what you believe in, your empathy is needed. And your voice matters.

russia blew up the dam

russians doesn't do any rescue operations on the left side of the river which they occupy, they don't allow to evacuate of those who survived

why?

Because russians filthy crazy orcs

i hate my birthday. not because something bad happens every year, though that does have something to do with it. but because for some reason i get more sensitive. i hate attention and i hate that no one listens to me. i hate that when i ask for something everyone goes around and try’s to come from the heart but it doesn’t work. i hate that it’s my day but i can never spend it how i want it. i hate that i feel like a burden. i hate when people say it’s your day because i hate that feeling. i hate feeling like i have to pick everything and make decisions. because chances are the people around won’t like what i pick. i remember on my 15th birthday i wanted to ride an electric skateboard instead of a scooter and my mother yelled at me. i told her i didn’t want to ride anything anymore and then i was lectured by taking the fun out of it. i later rode the scooter. on my 17th my friends planned a surprise to watch a movie where i was forced to pick a movie to watch. i chose one i thought they would find funny but no one laughed, and later we didn’t even finish the movie because everyone got bored. i’m now going to be 20 and i still hate the feeling. i still get anxious when people ask me what i want and get frustrated when they get upset with me. i still give into what my mother says. if she tells me not to wear something because someone else did or because it may cause issues i don’t. i don’t have childish reactions to simple things anymore and for that i get told “i’m not thrilled.” so than i overcompensate. i say someone may come over early but to that she says i wanted this person to, you can spend one on one time with them. and yet again i fold. i get upset because i don’t like being useless, and on my birthday i am. you aren’t supposed to help or decorate. suddenly my family like “simple” for my birthday but “extra” for everyone else’s. i’m still hurt by the fact that everyone wanted to plan my mothers before mine. but again, i hate my birthday, so why would i care? i care because even though i can’t stand the attention i wish it seemed like they cared. i don’t need everyone to sing me happy birthday or to decorate the house. but it would be nice if they could make it seem like i was more than just a cake maker or occasional babysitter. or that i could wear things or do things without it being “copying” someone else. i wish i didn’t feel like such a burden. because that then carry’s over to my birthday. the burden of feeling like they have to care about me. the burden of feeling like they have to talk to me. the burden of not being enough. the burden of pretending to like me. the burden of doing what i want. that is all what comes with the title of “birthday girl.” and i hate it. so yes, i hate my birthday. not because my family doesn’t love me, they do. but because i hate that my role gets switched and it feels forced. i hate the fact that if i want something celebrated i have to set it up. i hate the fact that no matter what something will go wrong. i hate that i am the way i am. it’s as simple as that.

A Blacksmith’s Dream

This video fucking made me cry because it’s the first time I see someone else than actually talk about it, in like. The exact same situation not just “has been single for a long time”

Have some comments that I vibe with as well, in a way I’m glad to know I’m not alone in this extreme loneliness

Finally some good fucking news

Our Shadow Artist in Residence - Абрикос Абрикосовый – continues series of drawings about war in Ukraine.

Art4Peace!